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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 4:57 pm
More shuffling while Kane fell asleep on the bar downstairs. "Yeah, I'm good. They're bleeding and they look nasty, but none of 'em go deep." Zadea said, the sound of something ripping coming past the door.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 4:59 pm
((OOC: oh yeah, i forgot to tell you something, mimzy. my character is part demon, kay?))
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Versatile Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 5:00 pm
Duriono got the answer he thought he'd get so he quickly replied " Well do you hate me "? Duri grinned reminding her of the fact that he was a demon.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 5:02 pm
Ryou sighed, "Do you need a hand? I'm pretty good with healing magic..."
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 5:03 pm
(OOC: Okies. I'll keep that in mind. ^_^)
She grimaced, wringing her hands under the table, before reaching into her pocket and playing with the mirror there again.
"It's not that black and white," she said quietly. "I'm supposed to. I don't hate you. I don't hate anybody." She bowed her head. "I don't want to hate anybody."
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 5:06 pm
A sigh came from the room, and the door clicked. "Yeah..That'd probably help..." Zadea mumbled, the door swinging open. She was sitting on her bed by the time the slow door fell open, her back turned. Bandages were visible on her back, beneath her hair. ...Meanwhile, kane had actually started snoring quietly on the bar, he was long gone.
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Versatile Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 5:06 pm
Duriono sighed "well can you tell me why you hate demons"?
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 5:10 pm
Ryou's fingers glowed a bright blue as he placed his hands on the wound points, "You'll be healed in no time..."
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 5:13 pm
"For starters, demons did not kill my family," she said jokingly. "That's too stereotypical, even for me." She looked back up at Zadea's door, frowning. Her line of work, huh? We all sacrifice for those things, don't we?
"It's a bit complicated, but at the same time really simple," she said slowly, not really sure what she could or couldn't say. "You've heard of the angel-touched? Given an angel's purity and blessing, and they can then hunt demons and the dead better than a normal human would."
She rolled up her right sleeve, showing the eight pointed star on the underside of her wrist. "That's pretty much the basics. It's my job now...And what's your story?" she added quickly. "You said something about being a guardian? Please explain..."
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 5:14 pm
She nodded gratefully, sitting perfectly still and trying not to twitch at the sensation of magic. Her fur was soft, kept that way by lots of shampooing, and thick. A muscle tensed in the side of Zadea's neck as she tried to control the urge to run from the magic. Her tail lashed, the only part of her body that so easily betrayed her emotions.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 5:16 pm
"Just relax, Zadea..." he muttered, trying to focus. When he finished he was kind enough to make the fur re-grow. "Alright, done..."
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 5:18 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 5:20 pm
She nodded, not minding the short patches. "Thanks.." Zadea said, shakily, and stood up. She moved over to a pile of clothes, and picked out a new outfit, pulling the shirt on. With a quick move, she went into the walk-in closet to finish changing, walking out only after a short while, tugging her hat on. She picked up a white-bound book from a table, and grinned at Ryou, beaconing him after her.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 5:21 pm
Saka wakes up from the bar. "Dang, I've been out for a while." Saka takes a look around the tavern. He sees Zadea and the girl that he tried to offer a drink last night. ".... So what did I miss?" Asked Saka.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 5:22 pm
*comes back into cabin and walks to the bar*
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